You are female Stiles.

After the Nogitsune and Scott's explosive behavior, you ran away. Leaving a note for dad and the remaining Hale Pack. You grabbed a bog of the essentials and booked it out of Beacon Hills.

You didn't stop to rest until you were out of California. Leaving the bus and entering a motel. You got a room and immediately curled up on the bed, hoping the nightmares won't make you wake up screaming and that the guilt doesn't eat you up.

When you wake, a warm body is pressed against your back. Startling you. A hand sneaks under your shirt and rests against your stomach, drawing residual pain. A familiar grumpy voice speaks out.

Derek: Relax Stiles.